• miranda_m 26w

    Loneliness, the most trusted companion of the night
    Comes by slowly, and climbs into the empty chambers of my heart
    Embraces my moments with vague reminiscences of my past
    And the chaos of my inner society, swiftly departs.
    I look out of my window, at the forlorn beauty in the sky
    Glowing in silver, seeking no recognition from another
    Happy to waltz through the night on her own
    Seeking attention from no other.
    Why can't I be like her? I wonder with a mournful sigh
    Like her serene presence across the night sky
    Be happy on my own just being my best version
    And the cold wind stirs in response to my question.
    If only I could be like her?